Spirit vs. Brain Functioning: Why the Girl In the Mirror Always Smiles

What is the spirit? Does it hold information? Does it do things? What does the spirit do?

My spirit is named Rachel. She lives inside a body full of chemicals. When she wakes up, she washes her clothing off and makes way. That is what Rachel does.

What is her name on the other side? Not Salioness, something outside the realm of modern day thought. Something along the lines of a noise made between the head and the body of armor. That is the name of Rachel's spirit.

What does her spirit do on Earth? It makes decisions. It can look at a situation and make decisions based on the information presented. On some levels, Rachel makes good decisions on a regular basis. On others, they are not all that well thought out. This is because they are subconscious decisions that effect her body and her mind cohesively. Another thing about the subconscious mind is, there are many tiers. On the conscious level, she makes decisions about food and beverages. On a semi-conscious level, she makes decisions about people she likes and doesn't like. On a subconscious level up there near the surface, she makes friends with herself and makes herself feel welcome in her body. Another level up there, she knows things that are going to happen before they happen. On a level far enough down not to disrupt the thoughts up there, she talks to her friends on the spiritual plane. Then, she has conversations with her spirit guides on another mysterious level.

Then, she has a body made of iron. When she walks to buy an energy drink, she converses with herself about which one to buy. I always say, buy the best one for your body at the time. But she always does! What a trip!

When we are at home, we watch televisions. We have nothing to watch! Rachel wants to watch the Big Bang Theory, but I want to watch CNN. Then, she compromises by watching Fox News. When I watch Bill O'Reilly, I think about how much he knows what he's talking about.

What else goes on in the subconscious mind? Things like, money decisions. When Rachel is hungry, she eats food. When she is thirsty, she drinks water. When she needs nicotine, she chews a piece of nicotine gum. When will it end? She never needs anything like Adderall anymore! That's because the energy problem is fixed, and her body feels whole again! Yippee! Praise my guides!

Another thing about the spiritual side of the body is that it does not always take a team to fix a problem. When the body needs alignment, we go to tai chi. That's a joke, my mom things tai chi is for alignment. When her energy needs strengthening, tai chi is the place to go! When she goes to tai chi, she does it for long enough to wear down the energy a little bit at a time, so it will rebuild stronger and healthier. If she does it too much time at once, she will feel like a dead bunny afterwards for quite a long time.

One more thing. This is the important thing. Talking in the mirror improves charisma, and so does talking to oneself. Rachel talks to herself to pretend she is a good man woman thing without body and work on the movement between system one three eight and then she looks at herself and smiles because she made the proper motion and said the proper line to the proper person without removing her body from the situations, she removed her mind! What a girl!

Gender Neutrality: Crazy Hybrid Breed of Ignorance

What a show. When men decide they are men, the world rejoices. When women decide they are not women, people wonder. But when one woman decides she is neither, she is seen as an idol.

Who are these people? Where do they live? Why is it so focusing to think of gender as something you can change at a whim? Why does it matter if you are seen as masculine or feminine, or even possessing of a penis or a vagina? Why do you have to redefine it?

I know why this happened. I will explain. It started with a woman. She was 8 years old. She grew up not to think very highly of other women, and she thought makeup was stupid. She did not want to wear makeup. Then she decided, hey, I'm not very feminine at all! I don't like makeup, I don't like hair stuff, I like short hair and bobs. I like no makeup, I like style not at all unless it involves baggy sweat pants, and I am a loser at heart. Why not just identify as neither? I'm not very feminine! Sure, I do things like emote constantly, believe in horoscopes, eat too much chocolate, and think about my feelings and stuff. But I don't like makeup, therefore I am not a woman.

So she thinks to herself, I get along better with men. That's what they all think. They think, I get along better with men. Why am I made to use a public restroom designed for women putting on makeup? I should have my own special restroom! Therefore, there will be no line!

Then, she decides to butcher the English language. She would rather not be called she, but rather, ze. Ze did zer clothing. Ze love zer dog. This is easy! She thinks to herself while thinking it slowly. Everyone should call me ze instead of she! I mean, it's more appropriate, it doesn't offend me in a certain very subtle way to think of myself as a woman, which I clearly am not. I am a whole new transmogrified breed!

Then, people look startled when she asks them to address her as ze. She gets mad, saying it's easy, if you think it's hard for you, think how hard it must be for me to ask every single person to say this! It's so hard, it makes my eyes bleed. So give me a break. You are done. Bye.

What I think is, there is nothing of the sort. There is no such thing as neuter gender. There is no such thing as in between. There is a such thing as a hermaphrodite and that's as close as they come. Hermaphrodites usually identify as one gender or the other, and not both at the same time.

I think they should give it up. You are fooling no one. Just because you don't think you are feminine, doesn't mean you get to redefine the human race. Are you a man? That's something different. I respect the idea of transexuals because it is a real biological problem, where a person feels they have been born into the wrong body gender wise. There is no such thing as no gender. There is no such thing. There are people who don't exhibit lots of feminine or masculine traits despite being a woman or man. This is normal. You have to live with your gender. You don't have to go out of your way to fulfill society's requirements for how a man or woman should look or act. That means you are thinking like a real person. But don't go so far as to say, I'm neutral. That's dumb.

Seriously, being gender neutral is dumb. That is all.

Tango: The Dance of Mad Men

So you think you can tango. What does that mean to you? I think it means nothing at all! You know little about tango, and dancing in general. Who will dance with me? Is it God? Or is it my womanhood?

Where do the men live? Are they ready to tango? Do you understand what tango means to me? Are you ready to tango with the mad men named happy? This is good for your mind, when things happen to the body. But when body happens to the mind, beware. Elvis is here.

When my womanhood lives without tango, she resides in the womb cortex of the brain. When she tangos, it livens her spirit. Why do we not tango? It's an excellent way of knowing each other! We know things about ourselves that we can't get across in dance, so tango will not cut it. We need heartfelt conversations.

Where do you listen to the right music? Is it in the mad man cortex of the brain? But that's each other's love of life, do not listen to the mad men inside your mind telling you it's done. Your life isn't done. It's just begun.

When do the men live outside of the realm of fantasy? Where do they take charge of each other and remove their mouths from the womb of death? Remove yourself from this integritous situation, it's okay never to speak of your mind in a horrible fashion again, Rachel.

May I Suggest the Hospital?

Where do you go when your home is death? I don't know.

I hate my house very much. I hate the people who live here. I am so fucking sick of this place. I am ready to move out with anyone who offers to move me in. I am so sick of this dumbfuck house, with the dumbfuck parents and their dumbfuck medication.

It's a sad story, really. They don't know what's going on with me. So they assume the answer is more medication. Always the medication. It's sad really, how they think that's the only thing they have that will make me a good person. Another thing that's sad is when they get mad at me for talking to myself. I use speech to channel. I can't channel without talking out loud. I am always channeling. No Beev, the delusion didn't go away. I channel.

I hate my mother very much. She is the bane of existence. She is ugly on the inside. I think she needs to learn that medication doesn't help things as much as free enterprise. Another that doesn't help is lithium. Lithium is bad for my body when it is going through the recovery process. I will not elaborate.

Don't worry about me. The weirdest thing happened that I can't tell anyone about. No one wants to hear it, except the parents, and when they do hear it, we live it out with more hospitalizations and medications. My parents are sad individuals with underdeveloped souls. They think they care, but really, they just want me on more medication. The more medication the better.

I think it is time for a move. They will not agree and say they want me to be stable before I move. I think that is dumb. I am doing fine. I walk around the house and pace and they see that as a relapse.

Whenever I listen to my music, I feel like moving. I think it is okay to pace instead of going for a late night walk. A late night walk is bad for my body when it is going through the recovery process. Another thing that's bad for my body is sex. I think I don't need any sex.

Another thing that is good about Erik Wilson is that he is my best friend. I love him very much. I will join Scientology if this continues. I am very intrigued by its principles and love it very much. I think Scientology could help my issues better than medication. I think Erik and his family are great people.

Another thing about what I am going through is that this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me, but I will be a stronger person in the long run because of it. My brain is processing the incidents, and makings sense of them. It is a long and harrowing process. Another thing about Erik Wilson is that he is a great man with brains. He knows how to use his brains. Another thing about Erik Wilson is that he is my best friend by far.

I think my parents are control freaks. They see one toe out of line and think hospital! The other day I was threatened with the hospital for not unloading the dishwasher. I asked him why he thought that was necessary. He said it was because I was slipping, my room was a mess and I was talking to myself. I wondered about his room. It's a mess too. He sleeps a lot and eats a lot of food, lots of bad food. He looks funny and says mean things all the time. He often does not unload the dishwasher himself. I think a hospital visit is in order.

Another thing that my mom said was an issue was that I was getting fat. She said this a long time ago because I was eating more food. She thinks this is grounds for going to the hospital. I wondered about this, because every time I go to the hospital I gain weight. Another thing about my mom is she is scared and frightened all the time. She needs to go to the hospital.

Happy Endings: A Work of Fiction

Something happened to you. What is it?

I like men now.

What does that mean?

I have a crush on Ronald Reagan.

I understand your problem, the therapist said to me.

I was told to go home now. I would receive my medication in the mail. I waited, and waited, and finally, it arrived. When it arrived, I watched as the medication became part of my body, and decided to eat paper. When I was done eating paper, I turned to ruminating on the past. When I was done ruminating on the past, I thought it was okay to eat some more paper. When I was done ruminating and eating paper, I became accustomed to loving my dog.

I went to the therapist again.

What happened? she asked.

I had sex with a dog. It was barking awesome. I looked at her and grinned.

When did this happen?

Yesterday evening before bedtime. Afterwards, I ate paper. It was gross but satisfying.

When will you learn the answer is medication? She asked.

I understand your issue, but I think the medication has some gnarly side effects.

Okay, let's try a different one on top of this one to get rid of sexual impulses.

I waited again to receive the medication in the male. I thought it was fun to make due with my body by orgasming on top of the kitchen counter. When I was done doing that, I got up and went to the mailbox. Three tablets of risperdal. I took them and was elated. The urges were gone!

I went into the kitchen and ate some more paper. This time I used my body to work on a problem I was having. My body was becoming one with the pavement again and again. So I decided to make more pavement in my mind to balance it out. As I was making pavement in my mind, the timer went off. Not knowing what was going on, I ducked. It was coming right for me! I looked up, and there it was. A piece of paper. I got out a sheet of notebook paper to eat, and ate all the paper in sight. Then, the medication took effect. I started eating melon. I thought melon was good, until I looked and saw my hands starting to bleed. As I looked at the blood, I melted into the floor. It was full of tiny holes. All these holes, all the places where the blood was missing. I became really enamored by the holes and imagined a girl full of holes, and wanted to screw each hole simultaneously with large little dicks. If this were a real girl, she would get upset. But this was a fake girl and she liked it. Then, the timer went off again. I realized that it was time for a nap. The medication was making me feel like I had a problem with my antelope reflex, and killed a dog in my sleep again and again. Afterwards, I went over to the counter to eat some more melon. We were not going to go to the store yet even if out of melon. It was time for a dose of risperdal. I took the risperdal and waited. It took a long time to take effect, and then I saw a few more holes I wanted to screw. Afterwards, I took another long napped and killed 8 more dogs. Then I went to the puppy shop to buy more dogs. I actually went in real life. After I was done buying dogs, I went home and wept. I wept because I had forgotten who I Really was. I wanted a dog, not a basket of puppies. But the puppies had no homes! I thought it was sad that so many puppies had no homes. I decided to make out with the puppies, but they bit my tongue and didn't use the right technique. Afterwards, I went down to the kitchen and ate some more melon. Then, it was time for a nap. I drank some cola and sat up. No more naps. I needed some drugs. 

I went back to the therapist.

Try adder all, she said.

I got to the mailbox and there was a five day supply of adder all. I went inside and took a couple more than were prescribed to make myself feel lighter. When the medication took effect, I looked down at my hands. They were full of hard ons. I decided to kill the hard ons with scissors. I thought it would be fun to eat the hard ons too, so I did that. Then, it was time for another dose of risperdal. I gladly downed the entire bottle, then stared at the kitchen counter. It was easy to remove my mind from the situation, but hard to make out with the counter in a clearly effervescent fashion. I needed more Adderall. I looked at my shoes and they had spots. They needed help. I decided that dogs had more spots than my shoes did so it was fine. I had fun with the puppies legs. They were all wiggly and made me giggly. I thought that was a funny choice of words. Then, a dog barked outside and they all growled. I thought it was cool when they growled. I made a growling noise myself but that made them all whimper. After that, I ate a bucket of koolaid and ate a picture of my mom. I remembered how much I hated her. She loved me so much because I was different. I remembered how much I hated her because she was weird. I brought home a picture of her one day and made a skull on it to symbolize how much I wanted her dead. That was when the timer rang again. This was nap time. I did not want there to be a nap time. There was no more Adderall. I decided to make some adder all. I got out the methlymanine and made Adderall. This home made speed did the trick. I bought five more puppies, killed them with kind words, and went back to the therapist. She admitted me to the hospital. I was shot up five times in the rear end with haldol. It made me nauseous. I screamed and she shot me up again. Each time I screamed I got another shot. It took five hours to subdue me plus many men. Afterwards, I ate soap. No one told me to I thought it was a good idea. After that, I looked at the woman in the face and ate a piece of cheese. She screamed and told me to quiet down. After that, I looked at her and made a face. She screamed and told me I needed another shot. After one more shot, I went to the ICU. They pumped my stomach for no reason. Then I went to the other side and met God. He told me I had a place in the world. It was a place to get rid of people like my mom. He told me it was okay to make faces at hospital staff it was funny. Then, I looked at the hospital staff and looked down. She was making a chart of my faces. They all looked bad. I told her to make a chart of happy things like clowns. She did not. She told me I needed another dose of haldol. I got another shot and slept for another five hours. They told me I was going to another hospital because I was out of whack in the chemical department. All the drugs were causing damage. After I got back, I went home and ate paper and drew a happy star on my forehead to symbolize a star student in the game of life.

Parables, Parables!

There was a hobo named Ollie. He enjoyed things of a hobo nature, like fight-picking, and eating beans. One day, he looked in a mirror, and saw his face. It has a scar on his right cheek. He told everyone, hey, I have a scar on my left cheek, but now it looks like it has migrated. He decided not to tell anyone anymore, because they all scoffed at his migration ideas. When he got home, he told his husband. He told him, you are not a boy. You are a man. Here, eat some dog testicles, and tell me what you really think. Did the scar migrate? Or are you not used to seeing your reflection? He undressed his clothes, and they enjoyed each other. The next day, the man without the scar got up, and left. And never came back.

The reason the man left, was because the hobo was so narrow-minded, he did not understand how badly his ideas sounded to others when he spoke them out loud. When he still did not understand why the scar was on his right cheek, the man left, because he knew if he could not understand why the scar was not where he thought it was, he would never get anywhere with his other ideas.

How about a good body rub? No, not a sexual body rub... a massage. We can take off your clothes, rub your body in lotion, and we will have a good idea of how often you need to wear your items in the sink.

When the man took off his clothes, he was seen naked by many a person. At the same instant, someone took a camera and snapped a picture. What is that idea on your leg? A poem? A bracelet? No, it is a symbol meaning we don't like the idea of mean-spiritedness towards men. When you look at it from one direction, it says, freedom for men. From the other, it means, male superiority. From another, it means, we hate women. Then, if you look at it upside down, from my angle, it means, happy life with a woman.

The items in the sink represent ideas of how often you need to perform good fun religious rituals. It is a massage of religious assessment. The reason everyone is watching is because everyone wants to see how often this man needs to, because he is a man of great prestige.

The items in the sink represent ideas of how often you need to perform good fun religious rituals. It is a massage of religious assessment. The reason everyone is watching is because everyone wants to see how often this man needs to, because he is a man of great prestige.

The man told her, I am a man of simple needs. None of this, I will astound you with my wit, man. Or, I will entice you with seduction, woman. I believe in free enterprise, love of woman, and sodomy on Sundays. Not sodomy, oral sex. Yes, oral sex. So, when I tell a woman, let's believe in the power of the Holy Ghost, she will tell me, no man, I am a woman who believes in equal pay, equal rights, and equal participation in child rearing. But I say, no woman, you believe in fornication, because you can't admit that my job pays more than yours. Then, you will understand that I am not what you want me to be, I am a man of destitute, laundering of the nether regions, and polygamy in the name of the lord. Yes, polygamy!

And at that, the woman fondled, her breast, and they made sweet, sweet love by candle light.

A woman once had a lotion and a perfume. She became addicted to the smell. One day, she decided to enamore herself with more than 8 ounces of perfume at the same time. She became addicted to smelling herself. And then, she bought the perfume off the shelf, and it didn't smell the same anymore. She became sad, tied a rope around her neck and hung herself.

This represents drug addictedness. After awhile, you do not become enamored by the same chemicals over and over and over again. The familiar comfort is no longer there. She became one with the idea of having the smell on her nose, and longed for something even deeper, that the perfume could not provide. These things are full of death smells, and longing to smell a perfume is akin to the sweet hum of the neurotransmitter dopamine swimming through the brain things. That is all.

Here is a dog. Don't believe in the dog. If you believe in the dog, it disappears. If you see the dog, it exists. If you believe the dog to be fake, it ripens. If you touch the dog, you become part of it's essence.

 Whatever you do, don't touch the dog.

The dog represents love of spirituality. If you believe in the correctness of your ideas, which are mutually exclusive with other peoples' you are not a good person. If you understand spirituality, it does not bother your senses to understand the other parts of life. If you believe spirituality is fake, you are at the mercy of your own mortality. But if you become one with spirituality, you do not understand what is going on anymore because you have entered and existential crisis. Don't go there, pretentious folk.

Parables Out the Wazzoo!!

The woman in red was a woman of great influence. When she stood up in front of people, they bowed their heads in silent agreement of what she had to say. One day, she was out walking, and a man knocked her unconscious with a cain. He stole her identity, and went off preaching a different story, one of heart ache, good but feeble intentions, and withered ideas of successful people. When she got back up, the world had turned against her, and she was now a wanted felon. When she took off her cloak, and resigned her duties as public speaker, she was no longer regarded as helpful, but rather, someone to be forgotten.

In this parable, the woman in red is not Jesus, but represents people who preach the message of Jesus. The man who takes her identity represents people and organizations such as the Westboro Baptist Church, who twist the message to mean something else. The damage that is done is widespread, horrible, and unforgivable.



There was a man names Elvis. He lived by the sea. One day, Elvis became enamored by a woman named Ramona. When they laid eyes on each other, each of their faces became entangled, and they could not untangle them without the help of a she wolf. When the she wolf looked at both of their faces entangled, it snorted, and coughed up a fish. The fish looked down at the ground, and became one with the two lover's mouths. This created a horrible menacing growl, and the girl became enamored by the fish. When the fish saw that the girl was enamored by her, it snortled, and became one with her mind. The two lovers parted ways, and the woman and the fish were united for all time.

The man and woman represent Adam and Eve. They are not fond of looking at each other, because they are endowed with quick slut like actions. When they become entangled, they have to get away with a man of great primordial instincts, to understand how to quickly disavow the idea of intercourse. When the wolf coughs up a fish, it becomes one with the two lover's mouths, keeping their conversation religious. When the woman becomes enamored by the fish, she enjoys the idea of life without her partner, because she is the one who is going to create a world of life. Not physical, spiritual. Because the woman is the one who rises up and kills the entire world. Just kidding. Just kidding.

Time for a Thanksgiving parable.

Three men ate Thanksgiving dinner together every year. One year, the man in a dark fierce coat forgot the cheese dip. The two others stared blankly at him, and then one asked for a number to call a lawyer. They stared blankly at that one for a few seconds, and then the third man started a fist brawl. The cheese dip man left without a scratch. The lawyer man left with a black eye, and the fist brawl man became pregnant with a miscarriage.

This dinner represents Thanksgiving. When the third man left pregnant, he was full of ideas of hatred, because he was giving birth to a baby of revenge. The man wanted his lawyer, because the cheese dip represented willingness to understand each other, and without willingness to understand each other, there is no ideas of peace. The lawyer man did not understand what was going on, so he wanted a lawyer to clarify the situation.

Here is a good parable for those who enjoy clusterfucks.

I was walking along side a girl. Her name was Ebony. She enjoyed things of a friendly nature with fairies. I told her her ideas of love were destitute, and believed her to be a woman of fun with money only, because I thought she was full of shit. The next weekend, I became one with a magic wand, and took it outside. I sprinkled pixie dust on the flowers, and the grew into very large wonky things. I screamed, screamed, and screamed, until I could scream no more.

This is a parable about making friends. If you piss off the people who hold the power, they will come back and haunt you with their minds. It happens to those who believe in nothing but death, and taxes.